Wandering Jack - PART 5
"You won't find my source of power," said Jack. Ignoring the spinning thoughts in his sore head. "My homunculi are safe, away from both of us." His magically-created creatures were with Grif. He had no reason to believe otherwise, because he sensed they weren't destroyed. He had no grimoire, or book of spells, but no reason to tell his enemy that small detail either. His own mind had been all the inspiration his magic ever needed.
From the corner of the room, a child's voice shouted, "No!" Grif ran toward them. "Lucy, do it now!"
Before the boy could reach the banishing circle where Jack was imprisoned, one of The Green Lion's men grabbed him, sweeping him up in the air and covering his mouth with a black-gloved hand.
Jack crouched low, one knee hitting the floor harder than he had intended, which hurt. He didn't have the use of his hands, but he had no other choice. Channeling all the strength he possessed into the invisible spaces at four equidistant points around his body, he shoute